The Pale Protocol

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The Pale Protocol

The letter is stained with ash. I found it in the ash. The year is indeterminate. The season is always late autumn. The sky is the color of a bruise that will not heal. I am writing this from the edge of the Veil. The wind here does not blow. It presses. It has weight. It has intent. It smells of wet wool and old blood. I was not always a speaker for the dead. I was a gardener. I tended the...

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